My kids have been sick, lately. A little more clingy, and a little more whiny than usual. They're great kids, normally--lots of energy; and getting into that stage where they want to be independent, can't figure out how, and get frustrated and angry, but great kids, nevertheless.
All I have to do to have that opinion reinforced is take them out in public.
I used to think I didn't like kids. I never was one of the whiny, shallow, selfish brats. They annoyed the hell out of me, because they interrupted my reading time in class by being too loud for me to ignore. I can't say I wasn't rebellious, though--I told more than one teacher I wasn't going to do an assignment because I was already working on something else for fun that was more complex and advanced than what they'd assigned.
Somehow, I never got in trouble for that one.
I never whined about an assignment being too hard, that I couldn't do it. I never refused to do an assignment because I didn't understand it. I never threw fits because someone said they didn't know how to do something, or because they couldn't do something (whether due to stupid rules that I didn't bother to follow, or because of a broken piece of equipment).
I still don't.
I see so many who do, and I wonder.
Why didn't their parents love them enough to teach them how to behave?
I still don't like whiny brats, but I don't really fault them for their behavior, if they're children. I don't really fault adolescents--it's not their fault that puberty causes a few years of insanity, on top of trying to figure out (often on their own) what it is to be an adult.
Adults, on the other hand...well, they're supposed to be just that: adult. People like the individual that made TinCan Assassin's day so shitty need to remember that they're not freakin' five years old anymore.
They also need to be spayed/neutered so that they don't pass their bad behavior on by spawning.
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